My journal of big words and pretty pictures
For dust you are and to dust you shall return..." ~ Genesis 3:19 Our world is merely the compacted silt of Her parasitic inhabitants. The mealy remains of our overabundance and bounty, an amalgam of all our material extravagances melded with our natural remains. Our essence distilled into a convoluted slurry of all that we … Continue reading Dust you are
I watched my mother puttering around her kitchen, only half listening to her stream of consciousness babble. "... that Simpson boy down the street? At bunko last night, his mother told me that he got his teeth grilled." I perked up like a dog hearing a silent command whistle. There was a grammar gaffe floating … Continue reading All up in her grill
It was a smell that I secretly loved. A wicked mélange of lane oil, lemon-scented wood polish and sweaty feet. Walking into the lanes, a beautiful cacophony of bells and buzzers assaulted my senses. The league players filled the middle lanes, leaving only the fringe alleys for us amateurs. The reverberations from the resin balls … Continue reading Topping the ball
“Did you remember the candles?” I piped on the icing roses and added “Happy Birthday” with a fancy flourish. Holding up a small box, he shook out four pink polka-dot tapers. “Of course, here ya go. You've really outdone yourself this year.” “Turn out the lights so we can see the flames better.” I picked … Continue reading Losing sleep
I'm attempting to respond to these writing prompt challenges a bit differently this week. Each 100 Word section uses one or both of the prompts. They are stand alone pages, but are also parts of a larger story. Please look for the "Pages" links at the bottom of the post. Sweet temptation, dangling like a … Continue reading Bad apple
It’s not like she could readily erase her mark. She made sure her clothing covered it, as the law dictated. Wearing long sleeves and high collars in the summer made her stand out, but she could play it off as modesty. The stigma of carrying the mark, surely, was clear on her face. She knew … Continue reading The mark
Thin spiral notebook 